Ken returned, eventually, from his 61km outing. He had been slow and cold towards the end.
We revived him with tea, then he set about his next duty.
I had prepared the way for him by clearing the deck. Ken just had to cook the steaks.
They were delicious.
First BBQ of the year, cooked at -23°C, though it was eaten indoors with a fine bottle of Saint-Emilion 2006 (is that cheating?).